Page 68 of Jacked and Jaded

“Oh my God. I think I have a hard on. Anyone else have a hard on?” Jed stood with his hands clasped on top of his head, his eyes round in disbelief. “That was fucking hot.”

Jackson rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Jed.”

Race and Trick stood nearby, both smiling like they’d gotten the best Christmas present ever. “What?”

“That was fucking hot.” Race grinned and fist-bumped Trick.

“And I do think I have a hard on,” Trick smiled and teased.

“Fuck, Jackson. She’s a keeper. You better never let her go.” Race shoved at his shoulder. “What are you going to do about her showing up here?”

“Think I’ll have to spank her ass.” Jackson couldn’t wait to get her home. He had plans and they involved teaching his woman that she had to listen when he told her something. Once he was certain she wasn’t going to fall apart after putting a bullet in Clint’s brain, he was going to get her to promise to never do anything like that again.

“And did you see that friend of hers?” Tuck chimed in. “She doesn’t seem like she’s the kind to back down from anything either. Walked that bat right over to your woman. Didn’t care there was a room full of bikers here.”

Jackson watched Race’s jaw jump at the mention of Bellamy’s name. He also noticed how his prez couldn’t keep his eyes off her either.

“All right. Show’s over. Lance, Tuck and Jed, you guys are on cleanup. Meet us back at the clubhouse when you’re finished.” Race led the way up the stairs, Jackson right behind him. He chuckled to himself when he heard Jed say, “Why doesn’t Jackson have to clean up? It was his woman that made the mess.”

Yes, indeed. His woman did make quite the mess. Who knew she had it in her? It looked like he was going to make a real old lady out of her yet.

Upstairs, he found his woman wrapped in his dad’s arms. Was she crying? He quickly crossed the room, his frown silently asking his dad if she was okay. His dad nodded his head and pulled back. “Darlin?” He turned her toward Jackson, who couldn’t get his arms around her fast enough.

“Baby, are you okay?” Fuck. He should have stopped Calliope attempting something like this. Was she going to be plagued by nightmares for years to come over this?

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m just glad to close the book on this chapter of my life. It’s nice knowing I don’t have to keep looking over my shoulder every time I step out of the house.” He squeezed her tight and kissed the top of her head. “Can we go now?”

“Yes.” He took her by the hand and was going to head out through the garage. “How’d you get here, anyway?”

“Bellamy drove her car.”

“Okay. I’ll follow you and Bellamy. Go to the clubhouse.” He leaned down and kissed her before he pulled back and got on his bike. Someone opened the garage so those of them heading back now could get out. He watched Calliope and Bellamy get in her car and waited for them to pull off before he fell in behind him. Race, Maverick, Dagger, and Trick fell in line, too. He looked over to where Race was riding next to him and shook his head at the man’s smile. His president saw how full Jackson’s hands were going to be keeping up with Calliope. Yes, it would be a full-time job, but he was looking forward to it.

The drive seemed to take forever. He was never so happy to set eyes on the clubhouse as he was right now. All the way there, he kept replaying everything that had happened. He still couldn’t believe Calliope had stolen his gun out of the waistband of his jeans, put the gun to Clint’s head and pulled the trigger. It both amazed him and kinda scared the shit out of him at the same time.

An hour later, they were all pulling into the clubhouse parking lot. He held the door open for Calliope and Bellamy as they headed his direction. Then watched as Race, Trick, Dagger and Maverick hurried through after them. “Assholes.” He found the women at the bar tossing back shots.

“Another,” Bellamy ordered as she waved at Tulsa.

“I shouldn’t have given you the first one after what the two of you did to me today.” He pointed the top of the bottle at each of them, his eyes squinting like he meant business.

“Oh, come on. It’s not like we stole your motorcycle or anything,” Bellamy replied.

“It’s called a bike. And if you had stolen my bike, there would’ve been hell to pay.” He nodded his head. “I have a brother and two sisters and I know how to get even.”

Trick went behind the bar and handed out longnecks to everyone. Jackson accepted his and twisted the cap off. He tossed it toward the trash can behind the bar and made the shot. Years of practice had made him good. Race tipped his head toward an empty table and Jackson followed.

Nothing was said for a few minutes as the other brothers came to join them. They sat and watched Calliope and Bellamy at the bar laughing with Tulsa. The prospect was a good guy. He’d served his time and done a good job meeting every demand they made, not counting today. They were planning on have a patch party for him soon. They would all be happy to call him brother.

“All kidding aside, you’re going to have to straighten Calliope out about what club business means and her role as your old lady. We can’t have anyone running around with their own agenda. Things get messy that way,” Race said.

“I’ll take care of it.” Jackson had been so caught up in dealing with one thing after another involving Clint and what he’d done to Calliope and then Zoey and Ryker, he hadn’t done right by her by giving her the information she needed to function within the club. He’d see to fixing that as soon as possible.

“That said, she was fucking impressive. Looking at her you wouldn’t think she had it in her.” Race took a swig of his beer.

“Never saw anything like it,” Dagger added.

Maverick sat across the table from him, smiling and listening.

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